I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The moment Wang Wei stepped through the gate, he felt as if he had been torn apart by an invisible hand.

It wasn't pain, but a feeling even more bizarre than pain.

His body existed in two places simultaneously: the left half was in a cave in the Kashgar Mountains, and the right half had entered that purplish-red sky.

Wang Wei originally thought that cross-border teleportation would take a long time.

As soon as he stepped into the gate, "half" of himself existed in another world.

It's as if "he" from two different worlds exists simultaneously.

Time is stretched out, space is folded, and everything becomes a blurry play of light and shadow.

Then, the light and shadow froze.

Wang Wei opened his eyes and looked up.

Crimson sky,

It wasn't the red of a sunset, but a morbid color, as if it were seeping from rotting flesh.

The clouds were very low, pressing down less than a kilometer above the earth, like a piece of blood about to fall.

There was no sun, no moon, only the crimson sky itself emitting light, its glow dim, like a dying ember.

Beneath my feet lay a black wasteland.

It wasn't soil or gravel, but a black fragment that resembled both shards of glass and mineral slag, making a crisp "crunching" sound when stepped on.

The wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see, devoid of grass, trees, and any signs of life.

There was an indescribable smell in the air.

Wang Wei took a deep breath.

The next instant, he set up a safe house.

The transparent barrier expanded outwards from him, instantly covering an area of ​​nearly four kilometers in radius.

Wang Wei closed his eyes and sensed it.

The safe house is there, functioning normally, and is no different from the original world.

He could feel that familiar sense of absolute control had not diminished at all.

Wang Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

More importantly, he sensed everything within the safe house area of ​​his original world.

Caves in the Kashgar Mountains, a strange beast with golden pupils, a herd of acacia beasts, a retreating tide of beasts...

Even further afield, in Jiangnan City and the Southwest Base, those familiar atmospheres still linger.

The safe house acts like an invisible chain, firmly anchoring the two worlds together.

To be precise, the safe house is not a chain, but an extension of his own power.

Wherever he is, as long as he is alive, the safe house exists.

The existence of the safe house means that he can go back at any time.

Wang Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had already calculated that there would be no danger for him to cross the boundary gate and that he would gain a lot.

But deduction and firsthand confirmation are two different things.

Now he can finally rest easy.

Wang Wei began to look around.

The surroundings were desolate and lifeless; apart from him, there seemed to be no other life.

However, at the edge of the black wasteland, some towering silhouettes can be seen.

It is neither a mountain nor a building, but more like some kind of man-made behemoth, standing straight on the horizon like nine nails driven into the black wasteland.

Wang Wei squinted, and the power of reflection extended forward silently.

He quickly saw it clearly.

Nine stone pagodas.

Each one is hundreds of meters tall, hexagonal in shape, entirely black, and its surface is densely covered with glowing runes.

The runes were dark gold, like solidified lava, flickering in the purplish-red light of the sky.

Nine stone pagodas stand in a row from east to west, connected to each other!

There are people around the stone tower.

Wang Wei's pupils contracted slightly.

Those people were wearing strangely styled clothes.

It is neither modern clothing nor an ancient robe, but a kind of outfit that is somewhere in between, made of fabric and metal pieces.

These people have skin so white it's almost transparent, and their eyes are very light in color.

They stood in small groups on the open space between the stone towers, some talking, some pacing, and some sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if waiting for something.

And around them, there were a large number of strange beasts lying, squatting, or following.

Thunder Beast, Frost Beast, Crimson Mist Beast...

Wang Wei recognized the strange beasts that were wreaking havoc in the human world.

But here, their situation is completely different.

A thunder beast, as big as a truck, lay at the feet of a hooded man, its head bowed, the arcs of electricity as faint as fireflies.

A group of frost beasts huddled behind another group of people, licking each other's scales like cats;

The Crimson Mist Beasts were even more docile, allowing a young woman to pat their heads as if petting a pet.

Wang Wei even saw a strange beast with the exact same golden pupils—those iconic golden eyes.

At this moment, it was lying obediently next to an elderly man with white hair, its chin resting on the man's knee, like a big dog.

Wang Wei's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil.

This is the source of the monstrous beasts that bring disaster.

Those strange beasts that wreak havoc in the human world seem to be nothing more than livestock, pets, and tools here.

Wang Wei remained silent for a moment before focusing his attention on the third stone tower.

He sensed that Qian Mengxun was inside.

The stone tower has nine floors. Qian Mengxun is on the eighth floor and is trapped by some kind of energy barrier.

She didn't die, but she wasn't in good condition.

Without hesitation, Wang Wei lifted his foot and walked towards the stone pagoda.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, and strangely enough, in just a few steps he arrived in front of the nine stone towers.

The people around the stone tower immediately noticed Wang Wei.

A woman dressed in dark red squinted at it for a few seconds, then frowned.

"Who is this?"

Those around her followed her gaze and were also stunned.

At this moment, Wang Wei had already reached the first stone tower, less than fifty meters away from the nearest group of people.

He didn't change his speed, and he didn't even glance at them.

Which company is it?

"I don't know... I've never seen it before."

"His clothes..."

"She's not from our group, but she looks a lot like the woman who went in not long ago."

The strangely dressed people all turned their attention to Wang Wei.

Some people had doubts, but most were simply curious.

Moreover, no one stepped forward to stop it.

Wang Wei calmly walked through the crowd and headed straight for the first stone tower.

As he passed by a group of people, a young man standing closest to him couldn't help but speak up:

"Hey, who are you?"

Wang Wei did not answer, nor did he even glance at him.

The young man was ignored and felt embarrassed, but he didn't dare to do anything.

"Who is this? Entering the Disaster Tower alone?"

"Who knows...maybe they're some newly recruited assassins."

The young man paused for a moment, then looked thoughtfully at Wang Wei's back.

Wang Wei was already standing in front of the first stone tower.

The entrance to the stone tower is an archway, without doors, only a layer of dark golden light flowing slowly.

"Whose assassins are these? They're advancing so calmly!" someone exclaimed.

"What a pity," another person shook his head, "Outsiders can't obtain the calamity power inheritance of the Calamity Tower. It's a waste of his time to go in."

"That's not necessarily true." An elderly man with white hair squinted at Wang Wei's retreating figure. "His aura... I can't sense it."

The people around him all looked at the old man with surprised expressions.

The old man didn't speak again, but just stared at the departing figure, lost in thought.

Wang Wei stood in front of the entrance and sensed it.

The interior of the stone tower seems to be another world altogether.

Wang Wei stepped across the light screen.

The light curtain did not obstruct the view at all; it only briefly blocked the view before everything became clear again.

Inside the tower was a vast, empty space.

It is circular, with a diameter of about one kilometer.

It was pitch black overhead; the dome was nowhere to be seen.

The surrounding walls were covered with runes identical to those on the tower, and a dark golden light flowed slowly around them.

The ground was a black stone slab, smooth as a mirror, reflecting his own image.

Just then, a voice rang out—

"Inheritance of the Power of Disaster. First Level."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire space trembled, and the surrounding runes suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

Wang Wei felt a huge surge of desolate energy rising from beneath his feet, flowing up his body.

That energy was desolate and barren, carrying a sense of destructive annihilation, as if it wanted to strangle his life!

But at this moment,

"Congratulations on obtaining the power of disaster, converting 1 million safety points."

That desolate energy was completely absorbed.

Wang Wei's lips curled up slightly.

Soon, the second wave arrived.

"Congratulations on obtaining the power of disaster, converting 1 million safety points."

The third wave. The fourth wave. The fifth wave...

"Congratulations on obtaining the power of disaster, converting 1 million safety points."

"Congratulations on obtaining the power of disaster, converting 1 million safety points."

...........

Wang Wei stood there, hands behind his back, a light slowly igniting deep within his eyes.

He roughly estimated that one wave would be 100 million safe points, ten waves would be 1 billion, and a hundred waves would be 10 billion...

"When will this end?" he asked softly.

No one answered.

There were only continuous energy surges and constant notification sounds.

"A total of 100 billion safety points have been acquired. The first layer of inheritance is complete."

Wang Wei glanced at his total number of safety points.

Adding the previous 340 billion, it is now 440 billion.

At this moment, the entrance to the second level appeared, a spiraling stone staircase, also shrouded in a dark golden light curtain.

He smiled and stepped onto it.

The second floor is almost identical to the first floor, except that the dark golden light is more intense.

He had barely regained his footing when the voice rang out again:

"Inheritance of the Power of Disaster. Second Layer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surge of desolate energy arrived as expected.

Wang Wei's eyes lit up.

"Congratulations on obtaining the power of disaster, converting 2 million safety points."

"Congratulations on obtaining the power of disaster, converting 2 million safety points."

"........."

The frequency of the notification tones has increased significantly.

The intensity of each impact doubled, but the rate of absorption did not slow down.

Wang Wei's body was like a bottomless pit, devouring all the energy poured in.

"A total of 200 billion safety points have been obtained. The second layer of inheritance is complete."

Wang Wei glanced at the safe point—44 billion plus 20 billion, which had already reached 64 billion, close to 100 billion.

A surge of heat rose in his heart.

This is only the first stone tower, the second level.

Moreover, based on the pattern of the first two layers, the harvest in the third layer should be even greater.

Wang Wei took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

Without further hesitation, he strode towards the stone steps of the third level.

"Inheritance of the Power of Disaster. Third Layer."